It’s Friday, which means you definitely have time for Brad’s live blog of a terrible teenage musician’s latest video.
The Texas Theatre is having a bang up weekend, with showings of both Goodfellas (excellent) and Hedwig and the Angry Inch (which I was introduced to two weeks into my freshman year of college, surrounded by people who were still veritable strangers, though perhaps the subsequent screening of Shortbus was more uncomfortable). But tonight, they’ve got their hands on the documentary Sound City that I had wanted to see last night over at the Magnolia. Dave Grohl’s film, which premiered just recently at Sundance, follows the decades of legendary musicians who migrated to the little-known Sound City recording studio in Van Nuys, California, led by the siren song of an analog console. Fleetwood Mac, Tom Petty, and Nirvana all recorded here. I have a pretty deep love for the Stevie Nicks/Lindsey Buckingham era of Fleetwood Mac (don’t we all), and Nicks, Buckingham, and Fleetwood all appear in the film. That pretty well sells me. But if you need more convincing, check out NPR’s take on the film.
I’ll admit here in this safe space that I’ve yet to try Jonathon’s for dinner. I’ve been for brunch, but “brunch doesn’t count,” according to my friend Michael, a true contrarian if I’ve ever met one.
Highland Park Village is getting a bit of a makeover Saturday afternoon for FoundDog Day. This is, as you might have guessed, a play on Groundhog Day. Angie’s Friends, an organization that aids and rescues neglected or abused animals in Dallas, is bringing about 30 dogs out for adoption, and all of these cuties are ready for a happy home. HPV will have tons of water bowls, biscuits, and accessories for maximum puppy comfort. And speaking of pets, today (Friday) is your last day to vote in the “Adorable Eight” of our Survival of the Cutest contest. So you should do that here. And then come back Monday, since we’ll reveal the final four. And I’ll just have everyone know that if Samwise Gamgee Johnstone, my golden retriever, had been allowed to participate, he would trounced the competition.
Also during the afternoon, AIGA DFW, the professional design association, hosts the sort of flea market I can get behind. And by that, I mean it’s all handmade gifts and pretty papergoods, and the entrance fee benefits two worth causes: the Austin Street homeless shelter, and bcworkshop, a non profit design center. To skip the entry fee, bring a clothing or toiletry donation for Austin Street. For a list of necessary items, hit that event link.
Plowing right on into the evening, Bill Holston, our sometime Law Man Walking contributor who’s also written a thing or two for FrontRow, sent me word earlier this week of a rock concert for human rights taking place at Sons of Hermann Hall. Holston is the executive director of the Human Rights Initiative, and he’s got local favorite Salim Nourallah headlining this fundraiser. Doug O’Rourke and Luke Rainwater, Gabrielle LaPlante, and the Monco Poncho round out the bill.
Now, there’s nothing like a good Super Bowl house party. (I am making ham dip.) But in case you’re still in need of place to get out and about, Raya has already lined up the six best spots for you to become one with a bar stool and watch Beyonce the big game. My favorite, though, is always the Granada Theater. They don’t charge you a million dollars to get in (the opposite, it’s free) and they drop down those massive project screens for close up viewing of Beyonce’s perfect skin men showing off tremendous athletic ability. There’s also bonuses, such as concert-quality sound, brisket tacos, beer buckets, and $4 domestics.
Speaking of coworkers handling my job for me, Carol alerts me that Del Frisco’s Grille has eight big screen TVs and $7 select appetizers, $4 draft beers,$5 Honey Badger shots (RumChata and honey bourbon), $5 select wines, and $7 martinis. None of this sounds terrible.
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